The Turtles of Tasman

d made the healthy skin, and the lines graved in it were honest lines. Hard and devoted work had left its wholesome handiwork, that was all. Every feature of the man told the sam

than befitted his alert years, while it did not shout aloud that its posses

he county, yet he did not care to flaunt its price or horse-power in a red flare across the landscape, which also was mostly his, from the sand dunes and the ev

t hint of irritation showed in his manner. Not that his daughter was the

asked. "I know I shall never remember it.

ed, clear-skinned young woman. In her voice and complacen

sk. "Bronislawa Plaskoweitzkaia Travers," he read; then spelled the dif

-disconcerting. I haven't seen him for years, and as for her...." A shrug epitomised his apprehension. He smiled with an effort at wit.

nice to her, poor thing. What nationality

was just like Tom. She was an actress or singer-I don't rememb

was alread

and her father's irritation grew more pronoun

n China-no; in Tasmania. It was in China that Tom-" His lips shut with almost a snap. He w

he rose court," she said. "And I

as if to put the letters away, changed his

ar

d ducks and drakes with my Yucatan project-I think I wrote about it-and I'm broke as usual. Could you advance me

T

ther you too much, sen

Uncle

med to him a strange, foreign-tau

for we have no money. We're in a stuffy little boarding house, and it is not the place for Dad. He's helped other persons all his life, and now is the time to help him. He didn't play ducks and

don't agree with him. Besides, I've never seen a really, truly blood rela

ntici

r ni

Plaskoweitzk

any of his old friends he'll be off and away on some wild goose chase. He's beginning to talk Alaska. Says it will

.P

uilt-in safe and methodically put the letters a

oor Tom!" he